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A/N: This chapter is a really early birthday present for my friend Miranda B. cuz she begged me to update really, really, really soon. HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY MIRANDA!
A couple of hours later, Allie met Damien back in the same place.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean this bloody ship?" Damien asked when she walked in. For the past two hours, Jack made him mop the entire deck and everywhere below deck.
"Actually I do. I've mopped before. No fun."
"Well, that's a shock. Wasn't the Captain afraid you'd get a splinter?" Damien teased.
"Hey, he only got like this when you came along mate. Why'd ya have to go ruin everything?" Allie said, she paused, "Why did you need to talk to me?"
"I'm leaving." Damien said. Allie stared at him.
"Well, unless you plan to jump off the ship, you can't really do that."
"When we get to Tortuga, I mean. I'm leaving to look for my family. I've lost track of them after they left Jatington." He said, "I'd like to stay, but, frankly, I fear for my life if I stay here any longer."
"You can't leave!"
"Why not?"
"Because, you can't. I won't let you. You can look for your family some other time. But you're not leaving me alone on this bloody ship."
"You were fine before, may I remind you."
"Yes, but it gets boring with no one to talk to besides an eleven year old with a bad attitude." Allie said, growing annoyed.
"You could always come with me." He said. Allie didn't answer, she would've liked to say yes...but leaving the Black Pearl would be hard for her.
Jack and Anamaria argued for an hour and half over whether to change their course.
"You go there all the time, Jack. I think we should go somewhere else."
"Are you the captain?"
"No, but-"
"Then shut the bloody hell up!" Jack yelled.
Anamaria pulled out her knife.
"One of these days…" she said irritably, pointing it at Jack looked slightly nervous. But she put the knife away and stormed out.
"Maybe it is bad luck to have women aboard." Jack muttered to himself. "Or at least hazardous to my health."
"I heard that!"
"No you didn't!" Jack roared slamming the door. An hour glass fell from the shelf and broke.
Jack heard a giggle from somewhere in the room.
"Dylan?"
Another giggle. It came from under the bed. Jack strolled over and bent down. He saw two eyes staring back at him.
"Get outta there!"
"You yell really loud."
"You. Out. Now."
"Make me." Dylan said, sticking out his tongue. Jack pulled Dylan out from under the bed by his collar
"Now you're leaving."
"Can't…breathe." Dylan gasped, making dramatic choking sounds.
Jack tossed him out of the room. He landed with a thud and Jack was certain he heard the nine-year-old swear very loudly. Piracy tends to make people do things like that.
A/N: this chapter is kinda short. But I promise the next one will be longer. Review please.